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Seth's in the bar, stretched out across a booth playing a one-sided game of checkers. It would be much more fun with two people.

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"I'm from earth," Seth says, moving his next piece slowly across the board. "The year 2005." It's pretty obvious that he's just a normal teenager, in his khaki pants and polo shirt. "What about you?"

He smiles.
"Ah, Earth. I've been visiting there, very recently. I was in New England. A lovely group of people, the Puritans. If somewhat exasperating, at times."
He pauses, watching the board.
"I'm from Amber. 17479211 After Founding."

Seth nods slowly, not even pretending to understand anything Random had just said. "Right. Puritans. That's an east coast group of people, right? Because I'm from California, and if they're not rich, snobby, or a drunk, I probably have no idea who you're talking about. Your move."

Random snickers.
"Seth, I'm a prince. Do you honestly think I"m going to assume you're a snob?"
He picks up one of the little circles, and jumps over two of Seth's.
"My last visit was a few hundred years ago, so they might not be there any more. At the time, Europe was discovering the new continent. The Americas."

"Well, I'm not a snob, I don't guess, but everyone I knows is," Seth says, moving another piece closer to Random's side of the board. "A few hundred years ago? Yeah. The Puritans are more then likely gone now."

Random sighs.
"Ah well. They had it coming, I suppose. Their reaction to the Quakers was essentially juvenile."
He stares at the board for a moment. He moves a piece.
"I know how you feel. I have perfectly dignified aristocratic brothers, who look down on me for 'consorting with the masses.'

Seth sighs as well.

"Your brothers sound a lot like my step-grandma Julie Cooper. If it were up to her we'd put this big plastic bubble around Newport to keep people who don't meet her standards from coming in."

Random winces.
"You've got them pegged. Well, most of them, anyhow. It's why I don't spend much time with them. Which is why they concentrate extra hard on sucking out my soul or lopping off my head and whatnot."

"Well, at least here you're safe from any soul sucking or....head lopping off...ness," Seth says, shaking his head as though to clear his mind as he makes his next move.

"In theory, yes. I have run into a brother here though. He might have a few things to say about that."
He moves a piece, and looks up at Seth.

Seth manuevered around the board quickly, picking up a few more of Random's pieces, ending the game. "Well, it looks like I'm still the reigning champion." Stretching, he looked up at the clock with a groan. "Sorry to cut this short, but I'm starving, so I think I'm gonna grab a bite and see what's going on. It was nice to meet you though.

Giving Random one last smile, Seth climbs out of the booth and heads over to the bar.

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